130 days to escape the cubicle; 1 girl; zero plan.

T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…

Current mood: Frank Costanza, Episode 159, Seinfeld. Not a Seinfeld fan? We can’t be friends.

The first few days after I decided to quit my job I felt…zen. Work bullshit could not touch me. “Oh, you want that last-minute PowerPoint deck done in 30 minutes? Sure thing, sir. Not a problem. Happy to help!” I took solace in the idea of my new life.

But now that I’m in the weeds of the planning my escape – which is feeling insurmountable at the moment – my zen-like good feelings have turned into rage at any trivial work-related matter: “You need what? Your piss-poor planning is not my emergency, Harold. GOOD DAY!”

I feel like I’m balancing a full-time job on top of another full-time job. I hope this is all worth it in the end.